After the villain's cultivation base is lost

It is extremely difficult to correct Yan Ling's memory.

No matter what hints are given to him, he always firmly believes in the names of himself, his parents, and his friends. Even though his mind is completely filled with "Jie Jue" memories, when asked what his name is, he still blurts out "Yan Ling".

In the end, he couldn't, and he finally changed his cognition with the use of spiritual level spells.

On the day of her birthday on August [-], there was no longer Yan Ling in the world.

He has completely become a "Jie Jue".

Yan Ling's face was modified to look like a sarcasm, and his temper was also vaguely arrogant and domineering. Although he was not as good as the real sarcasm, he could barely be regarded as a flamboyant dandy.

Seeing the well-behaved young man sitting in Xi Jue's "Gentle Township", Xi Ze was slightly taken aback.

It seems that there is an illusion that there is no "Kan Tianyan", no spiritual level pattern, and nothing happened. Xiao Xijue is still living in his much-loved gentle hometown, as always.

Yan Ling looked at him in confusion, and called him: "Father?"

Xi Ze came back to his senses and looked at him with a complicated expression.

To him, Yan Ling was just a tool to deal with the outside world, and he didn't need too much emotion. Xi Ze stared at him expressionlessly and said, "What's your facial pattern?"

Yan Ling replied subconsciously: "I can't say."

Xi Ze frowned: "Why can't you say it?"

Yan Ling was also dumbfounded, and murmured: "I can't say it, my father won't let me say it."

But not right.

Isn't dad right in front of you, why can't you say it?

Xi Ze frowned and looked down at Yan Ling condescendingly, and said coldly, "Who am I?"

Yan Ling was confused and said: "You are father."

Xi Ze said, "I'll let you tell."

Yan Ling had just had his cognition modified, and his mind was a little confused, and he said in a daze, "Oh, dad wants to know, then I..."

Before he finished speaking, Yan Ling suddenly seemed to be stopped by something, holding his head with a splitting headache and moaning in pain without warning, as if trying to break free from the spiritual spell to regain Qingming.

"No...you're not, Dad!"

Xi Ze grabbed his shoulder suddenly, forced him to raise his head, and said coldly, "What is your facial pattern?!"

Yan Ling suddenly opened his red eyes, pushed him away with all his strength, and hissed: "You are not my father! I will kill you——!"

As soon as the heart-piercing roar came out, the spirit-level spells suppressed his sanity again.

Yan Ling calmed down for a moment, the killing intent and redness in her eyes disappeared little by little, and was replaced by dazedness again.

Xi Ze asked him again.

A piercing shrill sound resounded in Yan Ling's ears.

Yan Ling stared at him blankly, and said dumbly like a puppet: "I can't say it."

Even if the memory is modified, you can't tell others about your phase pattern.

Yan Ling's subconscious still remembers that Yan Hanque loves him very much, and he won't be like the man in front of him...

Exuding killing intent to kill him.

Yan Ling looked at Xi Ze in a daze, her heart skipped a beat.

everything……

It doesn't seem right.

No matter how much Xi Ze asked after that, Yan Ling was like a rebellious child, unwilling to answer with a drooping head, and screaming to kill with a splitting headache when he was in a hurry.

In the end, Xi Ze gave up completely and let him go.

Since then, Yan Ling has completely turned into Xi Jue.

Heng Qinglian, Feng Chongyang, Rang Duan, and Qu Xiangren discussed something in Xi's family, and then these four families successively had family members awakened.

——Even the Heng family and the Rang family have two spiritual ranks, "Exchanging the Bright Moon" and "Guo Tian Ji", and there are many other heavenly ranks.

In the same year, four spiritual-level Xiangruns were awakened, and several heavenly-level Xiangruns were awakened as if they didn't need money, which shocked the entire thirteen states for a while.

Yan Ling obediently acts as his "Xi family's young master" in Xi's family, showing off his might all day long relying on his family background.

But there is still a difference between him and the real dandy Xi Jue, he is soft-hearted and kind-hearted, he doesn't know how to whip people with a whip, and sometimes he will shock himself back.

It's just that every time it rains, he seems to be looking forward to something, and can watch the rain by the window all night long.

Nothing came until the rain stopped.

"What am I waiting for?" Yan Ling thought seriously.

After thinking about it a lot, he finally realized it.

It turned out that he was just waiting for the rain to stop.

The rain will always stop, even if it is the continuous rainy season in the southern border, it will rain one day.

As long as he waits.

In Yan Ling's memory, his mother, Mrs. Zong, should love him the most, but since he became conscious, Mrs. Zong has never visited him in another courtyard.

Yan Ling asked the little servant Daotong, they were also stunned, they only said that they were new here, and they didn't know Mrs. Zong's nature.

Yan Ling had no choice but to think that Mrs. Zong was too busy. After all, the end of the year was approaching, so it should be busy.

But he waited and waited, New Year's Day, Lantern Festival, Lichun, Lixia, even begging for his birthday, Mrs. Zong never came to see him.

Yan Ling doubted even more whether there was something wrong with her memory.

Until one day, when Yan Ling was about to go to Tianyan Academy to enroll, he accidentally bumped into Mrs. Zong in white at Xi's house.

The memory implanted in the sea of ​​consciousness caused troubles, and Yan Ling was very dependent on the identity of "mother", so she immediately walked around the flowers quietly, and while Mrs. Zong was not paying attention, she jumped out with a "wow", her head covered with leaves. Mrs. Chao Zong happily said: "Mother!"

At that moment, Yan Ling clearly remembered Mrs. Zong's reaction at that time.

It's not pampering her beloved son, it's like seeing a chilling monster, her eyes are full of horror and...

resentment.

Yan Ling was stunned, hearing the deafening killing intent in his ears, and looked at her in confusion.

"mother?"

Doesn't mother love me very much?

Why do you want to kill me?

Yan Ling couldn't figure it out at all, so Mrs. Zong rushed up hysterically, grabbed him by the neck and pinned him to the ground, sternly like a madman: "Shut up! Don't call me mother! You are not me Son! Shut up—!”

Yan Ling was stunned, and the fear of being strangled made him struggle desperately.

Mrs. Zong restrained him tightly, and suddenly tears rolled down her face and fell on Yan Ling's face.

Yan Ling was taken aback.

Mrs. Zong finally let go of her hand. For some reason, she suddenly hugged Yan Ling's thin body tightly in her arms, and wept bitterly, "Jue'er, my Jue'er..."

Yan Ling was shaken by the strong sadness, curled up in Mrs. Zong's arms in a daze, wanted to reach out to hug her, wanted to say "I am", but for some reason she couldn't say it at all.

He could only let this hysterical woman who was almost driven mad by guilt hug her, crying and laughing.

In the end, Yan Ling was rescued by Xi Ze, who arrived late, and asked Xiao Daotong to accompany him back to the other courtyard.

Yan Ling sat on the bed in shock, touching the painful bruise on his neck, and the same scene flashed through his mind.

But he racked his brains, but he couldn't remember when he was strangled by someone.

Not long after, late autumn came, and sweet-scented osmanthus was in full bloom all over the city.

Xiao Yanling went to Tianyan Academy to enroll, and got acquainted with several people from Zhuxingzhai.

The first two years of Zhuxingzhai were the most carefree days for Yan Ling as Xi Jue. He didn't have to worry about life and death. subtle voice.

Until the third year...

Wen Gubai, whose body was always emitting the sound of gurgling water, although it was mixed with the sound of cracking stones from time to time, did not know something, but every time he saw Yan Ling, the sound on his body became more and more strange.

It seemed to be pity, sarcasm, and it seemed to be planning some bad idea.

Yan Ling didn't understand why.

Later, Wen Gubai added another spell class for no reason, saying that he wanted to teach a spell that could change cognition and tamper with memory.

A group of young teenagers admired the "spiritual level" very much. Hearing the words, they hurriedly pricked up their ears to listen, each one becoming more serious than the other.

But after one class, apart from Yan Ling and Sheng Jiao, even Fu Meng, who was very keen on magic techniques, was lying on the table with the others in a daze, passing notes.

It's so obscure that I can't understand it at all.

Although Sheng Jiao couldn't understand, he always had the same expression no matter what class he was listening to. Even if his mind went blank and he was in a daze, his face was still expressionless and serious.

Only Yan listened and understood.

As if he was instinctively interested in this technique and wanted to understand it, he turned his head hard to understand every word Wen Gubai said.

After one class, he could barely turn his mind.

This group of teenage children had already surpassed by only learning the mystic-level spells, but Wen Gubai's sudden whim came from nowhere, and he even passed two levels to teach the spirit-level.

Fortunately, Yan Ling's mind turned quickly, and after only two classes, he stumbled and mastered the spell.

Everyone else was asleep there, and it was rare for Wen Gubai not to get angry. He looked at Yan Ling with admiration, and said softly, "Do you want to know how to solve this spell?"

Yan Ling nodded: "Think about it."

Wen Gubai smiled: "If you have time at the end of this month, come and find me in the Zhangyuan Zhaishe, and I will teach you alone."

For a moment, Yan Ling seemed to hear the sound of Wen Gubai dropping the bait and waiting for the fish to take the bait.

In the past two or three years, Yan Ling has calmly touched the ability of "Xian Ting Sheng", and probably knows the meaning of these sounds.

Wen Gubai, are you catching him?

Yan Ling has long unconsciously learned to hide his emotions and anger, even if he knows that his memory is problematic, he still tells lies so that Xi Ze gradually lowers his vigilance towards him.

Although he thought Wen Gubai was weird, Yan Ling didn't show the slightest bit, and said cheerfully as if he had been kicked out: "Okay, okay, thank you, Headmaster."

Wen Gubai smiled.

Yan Ling cheered happily, but was indifferent in his heart, and even watched with cold eyes, wondering what Wen Gubai wanted to do with him.

Afterwards, Yan Ling went to the courtyard alone, and only took half a day to follow Wen Gubai to learn the solution to the spiritual level spell.

The doubts about his own memory in the past few years made Yan Ling not trust anyone, no matter how gentle Wen Gubai took him, it didn't make him relax at all, he was always vigilant about what Wen Gubai would do to him.

But I didn't expect that Wen Gubai just taught him and let him leave without saying a word of nonsense.

Yan Ling dubiously left the courtyard house, returned to the residence and sat there for a long time, suddenly had a strange idea in his mind.

"Is there something wrong with my memory?" Yan Ling always felt that Wen Gubai seemed to know something, that's why he wanted to teach himself this technique. A thought made his heart beat wildly, "...I want to untangle this Do you want to try using the technique on yourself?"

Maybe it can solve the problem that has been puzzling for many years.

Suddenly, a burst of cinnamon came from outside, interrupting his meditation.

Yan Ling frowned.

Haven't come to Qiqiao yet, where's the sweet-scented osmanthus?

He pushed open the window and looked out, intending to see if Sheng Jiao was meditating again. The overflowing spiritual power drove the osmanthus flowers in the courtyard to bloom.

Yan Ling was taken aback.

Sheng Jiao stood outside the window at some point, looking at him expressionlessly.

Yan Ling was taken aback, and almost subconsciously threw the window on his face, and said angrily, "What are you doing here?"

Sheng Jiao frowned, mobilized his spiritual energy and said, "You..."

Yan Ling was puzzled: "Me?"

Sheng Jiao probably noticed something was wrong with Yan Ling during the day, and thought about it for a while, thinking about what to say, but her thin lips were lightly pursed before she could speak, and she suddenly turned around and left.

Don't say anything.

Yan Ling: "?"

What is he here for?

"Hey! Sheng Jiao!" Yan Ling called him subconsciously.

Sheng Jiao paused.

After Yan Ling finished speaking, she also regretted it. She didn't know what to say to stop the saw-mouthed gourd, so she hesitated for a while, pretending to be cheerful and said: "It will be my birthday soon, don't you want to give me a gift?"

Sheng Jiao turned to look at him without saying a word, and finally choked out a sentence: "What... do you want?"

"You think about it yourself? How could I ask for it?" Yan Ling glared at him, "Have you ever given anything to others?"

Sheng Jiao thought for a while, what happened before the age of 12 seemed like a lifetime ago to Sheng Jiao, he only remembered that before he awakened Xiangwen, he seemed to have given someone a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake.

Yan Ling was playing a rogue, he loved to see Sheng Jiao's anxious voice that couldn't refuse him, and sparks burst out of his heart.

"I don't care, you must give me one thing, the most expensive one, I don't like cheap ones."

Sheng Jiao frowned.

He doesn't have spirit stones, so he can't buy expensive things.

Ever since he came out of Shen Tianshe and turned into this look of being neither human nor ghost, the Sheng family had treated him badly, and they would not even offer him the spirit stone.

Sheng Jiao is also a person who doesn't pay much attention to material desires, even the clothes on his body are two sets of hospital uniforms from Zhuxingzhai, and he wears them all day long, and the good black clothes are washed to white.

The ascetics did not live as hard as him.

He used to eat Bigu Dan all day long to maintain his vitality, but fortunately he even saved Bigu Dan after he formed the pill.

Lingshi is completely useless to him.

Seeing Sheng Jiao's embarrassed look, Yan He almost couldn't hold back a "puchi" laugh, seeing Sheng Jiao's Tian Yanzhu hanging on the window sill because of his action of pulling on the window sill, with his hands down. He stretched out his hand to play with the Tianyan Pearl.

Sheng Jiao hadn't fully controlled the Tianyan Pearl, fearing that the thunder pattern on the bead would strike Yan Ling, he immediately retreated to avoid Yan Ling's slender fingers.

Yan Ling was stunned for a moment, a trace of the sadness and embarrassment of being rejected flashed in his eyes, but soon he propped his chin heartlessly and said with a smile: "Then you give me a string of beads to play with."

Sheng Jiao was keenly aware of his sadness, and slightly parted his lips as if wanting to explain.

Yan Ling yawned, and without waiting for him to explain, she tiptoed through the window and pushed his shoulder, urging: "Don't refuse anymore! You must give it to me on my birthday, otherwise... um, You don't want to know the consequences."

Sheng Jiao: "..."

Sheng Jiao was pushed back a few steps, stared blankly at the closed window, hesitated for a long time before turning back to the sweet-scented osmanthus courtyard.

The young Master Tiandao went back and sat withered in the middle of the night, poured out all the spirit stones in the storage ring, and counted carefully for a long time.

Staring at the scattered pile of spirit stones, Sheng Jiao began to calculate how many spirit beads these spirit stones could buy.